Christmas in paradise

I came downstairs this morning after my shower and Andy was blasting the '80s music channel on our TV.

"I don't think it's appropriate to sing that to your daughter," he told me sternly as I cabbage patched around Quinn while belting out,

what's your defenition of dirty, baby?
what do you call pornography
don't you know I love you till it hurts me baby?
don't you think it's time you had...um...breakfast with ME! Ow! Have breakfast with MEEEE...mmm, have breakfast with MEEEEE! Houh! C-c-c-c-c-c-come on!

It was a good start to the two-day explosion of events that we're currently making our way through.

The other day I was looking at my friend Amy's Christmas tree and I said, "Wow, you can see the trunk through the branches and it looks real!"

"It is real," she said politely.

When I saw my sister-in-law Alexis' decorated tree, I said, "Is it real?"

"Yes," she said.

A few minutes later I asked, "Is it pre-lit?"

I think I'm losing my mind. Can you tell I have no experience whatsoever with real Christmas trees? It's all my dad's fault.

Posted by Amy at December 24, 2003 08:47 PM